These Islands Will Stay Ours.

the lads in the paras and those in the army, went to fight a war we knew was barmy, they travelled the seas for many miles, until they reached the faulkland isles. the argentinians wanted to fight, saying the malvenas were theirs, they had the right, our government didn't listen to their demands, nothing but nothing would spoil the plans. the faulklands were of british rule, no one take we brits for the fool, to protect these isles that belonged to our queen, the lads fought battles,some at goosegreen. then the enemy decended on a small village, with malice they were to rape and pillage, these lads saw sights they've no wish to recall, still in nightmares they see it all, it's only post traumatic stress they're told, it was shell shock back in days of old, take them back to set free their ghosts, let the argentinians this time play the hosts.